I had guessed what was under the car cover, without peeking, but the beauty in bay 35 in the Hotel car park had never moved during my regular visits there. There were soot marks on the wall where it had been started, but I had no idea who owned it and resisted the temptation of lifting off the covers to take a better look. It’s a rare car anywhere, but particularly so in Norway.

But recently it was there, uncovered, warm and gently ticking. Someone had driven this near-priceless classic somewhere in the Scandinavian winter. We MotorPunks believe that cars are to be driven, not detailed, and salute the driver that let this cat out of the bag. Next time, can we join you for some sideways in the snow?


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